It was a rather forgettable stretch of chasing that was wiped under the rug as my beloved kitty, Zipperfoot, passed away over the weekend a couple months shy of 19 years old. After Thursday’s horribly disappointing bust, Ed and I abandoned the chase trip to make an all-night haul back home overnight Friday into Saturday so I could be there with my favorite floof bucket. As you know, I’m a cat dad, and this was my boy, and he waited til I got to him before passing. I am heartbroken, but so glad I was able to get to him and be there with him a final time. Major thanks to my 20-year chase partner and good friend, Ed. He suggested the drive, leaving Wichita at almost 8pm verses me waiting for the next morning flight and pushed off turning into a pumpkin to get us halfway there. Without his insistence and shaving off a lot of miles, I would’ve been too late to be there. I cannot emphasize how important that was to me, so I owe the man a tornado for every year my cat lived.
It’s hard to remember a time without Zip… he’s been the one constant over the years through so much change, so much joy, so much sorrow… he’s been a part of just about my entire adult life… he was more than a cat, more than a pet. He was truly a soulmate… I’ve been blessed with so many wonderful kitties through my life, and have said goodbye to many… but this one hurts the most… they say you’re not suppose to pick a favorite among your children, but I can’t deny how much my favorite he is. Thank you, Zip for finding your way to us… I know Dania and I gave you the best life, and it showed by everything you gave us in return… I hope you’ve found your Momma bear and Siggles, and are nuzzling with them in the heavens above… and you best be the first one I see when the time comes for us to be together again… you are my floof…
